Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cyprus and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rufus Thomas to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
JFA,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Von Mondo,
Lyres,
Dennis Brown,
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
The Litter,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.